An old druid walks alone at night, a little lantern his only light,
he picks over stones and leaves, there are no more birds, no more bees
his forest is gone, aging just like he.
Day one for Inktober 2017 is getting to you a little late, but here he is; as suggested by my friend and co-worker Jordan. Day two is also his suggestion and hopefully I will have that posted here in a few hours.